With a "snap", the wine glass in Jiang Ci's hand was directly crushed.

I don't know how much force he used, when the wine glass shattered, Chu Jiaojiao only saw the wound on his hand that was cut by a piece of broken glass.

"Jiang Ci, you're injured." She shouted, emotions twisted.

The red wine spilled all over the ground, and the red like blood was reflected in the man's eyes.

He raised his head gently and slowly, and his movements were indescribably palpitating.

Jiang Ci stared at the woman in front of him, his eyes cold and full of sarcasm.

Chu Jiaojiao only found out at this moment that his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for a few days and nights.

"Jiang Ci-" Chu Jiaojiao stretched out her hand, wanting to touch his hand and check his wounds, and then he ruthlessly waved it away.

"So, you never loved me, did you?" The woman in front of her never replied, Jiang Ci half-tilted her head, her thin lips spit out a sentence lightly, her voice was thin, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

"You have to take care of the wounds on your hands, otherwise you will get infected." Chu Jiaojiao was only worried about the injuries on his hands at the moment, if the fragments entered the flesh and were not picked up as soon as possible, they would definitely be infected.

"Chu Jiaojiao, that's enough." Jiang Ci replied, directly holding his head with both hands, as if a voice had been shouting inside.

She never loved you.

The reason why she is with you is nothing more than a hypocrisy and a snake, and it is your hypnotism to her.

Chu Jiaojiao could see the struggle in his eyes and the haze on his face.

He seems to be caught in some kind of obsession, or he is trapped in a demonic state, and the whole person is not quite right.

"Jiang Ci, what's wrong with you?" Chu Jiaojiao stepped forward again, and then was suddenly pinched by the man's arm.

The gloom in his eyes was like a wild grass growing wildly, suddenly burning in a wasteland.

The fire was so great that it was about to burn his body. Twelve Literary Network

Chu Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, looking at the man dressed in black, revealing a deadly indifference and mania all over her body.

She had never seen him like this.

A long time ago, Lian Xu's advice to her suddenly sounded in her head, don't let Jiang Ci drink.

Her fingers tightened inexplicably, but her voice remained quiet, "No matter what crazy you are now, you should go and bandage the injuries on your hands." ”

Jiang Ci stared at her deadly, his eyes close to that of a beast.

He seemed to be suppressing something, and word by word spilled out from the deepest part of his throat, "I'll let you go." ”

"I'm not going to go unless you're willing to bandage your wounds." Chu Jiaojiao said stubbornly, meeting his eyes.

I could see the growing madness in his eyes, as if he was going to burn her too.

Chu Jiaojiao stretched out her hand, and before she could touch the man's face, she was immediately held by him.

He used a lot of force, as if trying to crush her bones.

The ink-colored eyes stared at the woman's face motionlessly, and Jiang Ci's nerves seemed to be pulled by a big palm.

The pain spread, leaving him completely unable to breathe, and he was a little uncontrollable.

Chu Jiaojiao felt his fierce gaze, especially the way he looked at her, as if some kind of desire that was gradually uncontrollable was stirring.

She even had a ridiculous feeling that if she didn't choose to leave, she would die at his hands.

She hurriedly threw away his hand and hurried out, "I'll call the bodyguards." ”

Then, before the person reached the door, she was hugged by the man from behind.

The woman's body is soft and fragrant, which he likes, he smells her with some greed, and said in a dry voice, "Jiaojiao, this is what you want to stay." ”